In the hush of dawn, they flit and fly,
Tiny shadows against the sky.
With wings a blur, they weave and twirl,
Silent whispers in a vibrant world.

Petals tremble as they draw near,
Drinking nectar, sweet and clear.
In their dance, a fleeting grace,
The hummingbirds leave not a trace.

Through the garden, bright and fair,
They bring life to the morning air.
Colors blend in swift delight,
A symphony of flight in light.

When day fades to twilight’s embrace,
They vanish without a trace.
Yet in dreams, their dance remains,
Hummingbirds in endless plains.